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Matthew Good
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Champions Of Nothing
Lyricist:Matthew Good
When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bar stars melt and their golden hair turns to glass When Hollywood runs out of Indians When the bubble burst and the first come for by the last
There's something in the way you move Makes me catch a cold There's something in your too cool for school When you slide up and down my pole
There's something in the way you look That only casts a shadow When Hollywood runs out of Indians Only the Indians will know
A kick in the head, pass it around Begging for a bed, pass it around Pass it around
And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing There's a car waiting to take me to something At the end of my rope there's a new world, it's snowing The globe it starts shaking, was it me not worth knowing?
The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com To process the rivers for hallways and fountains And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for That I'm for
Hell, it looks red in all it's pictures My sisters sing laments while their skin blisters Hallelujahs are for down on the floor Nobody goes above decks, no, not, no more
They say the sun is still shining That you can feel it in your core now I ain't seen nobody move That weren't going for the door
And I'd say what you'd say, champions of nothing But there's a car waiting to take me to something At the end of my rope there's a new world, it's glowing The globe it starts shaking, was it you not worth knowing?
The white coats are melting to snow down the mountains To process the rivers for hallways and fountains And I'd say what you'd say but it makes me feel nothing So there's a man waiting to take me to something that I'm for That I'm for
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